06 - Kidnapped!
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By T&R
Friday, July 7th 2006 - 11:49:45 AM
Kidnapped!
After a long hiatus I reurn.
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After a few more events, summer came (Last summer). After two weeks in, it seemed like all of my friends had gone away. My parents trusted me a lot. Because of that, they had just left on a trip together for a little over two weeks, the other day. Sarah had also gone on vacation with her parents, and would not be back for several weeks.
I thought I would have a boring summer.
I was wrong.
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I went for a walk just before dark the next day. When I came back to the house. The door was cracked open. I didn't think anything of it, I just had probably not closed it shut. When I was a few yards into the house, I noticed the lights were off. That set off the alarms, but a little too late.
I heard a footstep and whipped around. Five people dressed in black, and wearing ski masks stood behind me. I turned to run, but one of them tackled me.
One pair held my wrists together, while another held my ankles together. The last one gagged me with a strip of tape.
I screamed through the gag, wondering what they wanted with me. Suddenly, things got creepy as in my panic, I sure I was being kidnapped by some strange perverts.
The one who wasn't holding me, shaved all my hair, except for the hair on my head. Then, they stripped off my pants and boxers. All of "that" hair, and any they missed was shaved. Then the one who wasn't holding me down reached into a bag. She took out a lacy black thong and put it on me. The process was repeated with my shirt, only the free one put on a lacy black bra, and stuffed the cups with socks. The free one then put a shoulder-length blond wig on my head.
They then started to tie me up. One pair duct-taped my wrists, while another pair did the same with my ankles. I was taped at the knees, thighs, ankles, waist and above and below the bra cups. I screamed through my gag for help the whole time.
I struggled and mmpphhed on the floor as loud as I could.
"Are we ready to go?", one asked.
"Not yet," said another.
"He's too loud."
"I can fix that," said a distinctly female voice.
The owner of the voice was wearing a skirt. She slipped the panties she was wearing around her ankles and took them off. They were lacy, black, bikini panties. She then came over and took off the tape covering my mouth.
I tried to call for help, panic evident in my voice.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? HHELLL-mph!"
My cries were stifled by the panties that had just been crammed in my mouth. They were wet, and tasted awful.
Before I could spit them out, a strip of duct tape that stretched from ear to ear, was smoothed over my mouth. Three more strips were stretched across my face, so that the result was my face was covered in duct tape from ear-to-ear, and from nose-to-chin.
I tried to cry for help again, but all that came out were soft gurgles. Satisfied, I was thrown over someone's shoulder, and we left, one of them stopping to lock the door for some odd reason.
I was quickly carried to their car and shut in the trunk. It opened a moment later, and the last thing I saw, was a strip of duct tape descending to meet my eyes.
I heard the trunk shut again, and we drove off. We drove for about ten minutes, and then I blacked out.
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When I came to, I felt myself being carried over someone's shoulder into a house. I began to voice a few muffled, inaudible cries. I was spanked and the female voice said to shut up, or she would do it again. I whimpered and fell silent.
I was carried down the stairs, and into what I presumed to be(And later, found out was.)the basement.
I was roughly dropped into a high-backed, hardwood chair. I gave a small mph, as it hurt my already stinging butt.
I heard a clinking sound and felt cold metal. Then to my horror, I realized they were chaining me to the chair. I was then chained tightly to the chair above and below my fake breasts, around my elbows, waist and wrists, knees and shins. My ankles were pulled back painfully and chained to a crossbar under the chair. To finish, they chained my thighs to the seat of the chair. There was a series of soft clicks, as padlocks locked the chains into place.
When I tried to move, I couldn't budge an inch, and the chains gave a soft clink every time I moved.
I felt warm breathing on my face. It was the female voice.
"You're gonna be here for quite a while," she said with a seductive, teasing tone.
"So get comfortable. 'Kay?"
She patted my cheek, said "Buh-Bye," in an overly friendly tone and went up the stairs and locked the door, as I moaned in a despairing, fearful tone, begging to be set free.
I had been kidnapped. I was crossdressed, bound inescapably, gagged strictly, chained to a chair in a basement of a strange house, perhaps hours away from my home, and people wouldn't notice I was gone until my parents got back in fifteen days.
I was more scared then I had ever been in my life.
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I hopefully will continue the story. Those few who might remember my previous stories, will know that I had nothing to fear. But at the time I wasn't thinking rationally.
T&R
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T&R's stories
- 01 - First time with my gf (m/f)
- 02 - Sarah's revenge (m/f)
- 03 - Bound Twins (F/fm)
- 04 - Failed revenge, due to betrayal! Well, sort of. (f/mf)
- 05 - Icy Vengeance (mf/f)
- 06 - Kidnapped! (m+f/m)
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